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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Feb 27, 2008 20:38:16 GMT -5
I smiled back and nodded.
"Your flame is justr as big as mine too." I said.
"It burns right beside mine, and they sit up here all the time." I said.
"We burn together, and we'll go down together too." I said, I smiled happily.
"And we stand together, in everything." I said.
"We will work together forever and ever."
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Post by Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei on Feb 27, 2008 20:40:51 GMT -5
he smiled he remembered somthing about a old japaniese saying that twin lovers were linked together by a red thread that couldnt be seen he wondered if she knew of the old saying he looked at her "have you ever heard of the saying of two people who fall in love?"he asked a she looked into her eyes and blushed
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Feb 27, 2008 20:51:32 GMT -5
I gave him an odd look and shook my head.
"No." I replied.
"I have never heard of it before. I've only heard a few stories." I said, staring back up into his eyes. I felt myself get pulled in. Like they were quick sand, pulling me in, just waiting to suffocate me and kill me. How and why?
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Post by Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei on Feb 27, 2008 20:53:44 GMT -5
He smiled as he felt drawn into hers he stared into to them and said "there is a old saying that those who fall in love there souls are linked together by a red thread so they are forever with one another"he held her hand and said "do you remember what color thread I used when I tied our two dolls together?"
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Feb 27, 2008 20:56:18 GMT -5
It suddenly jolted my mind. The red thread mother wore around her neck, it had to do with that legend.
"It was red!" I exclaimed.
"Like my mother's necklace! It is a simple red thread tied around her neck! Father had one too!" I exclaimed. I was so excited.
"The red thread is the thread from the legend..wait...we are lovers?" I asked.
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Post by Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei on Feb 27, 2008 20:59:53 GMT -5
He smiled and looked at her and slightly chuckled "I guess we kinda are I love you do you love me?" he looked at her with curiosity he had forgoten about the red thread that he had in his pocket he hadnt ever put it back in his bag he looked into her eyes and was being drawn into them
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Feb 28, 2008 1:06:01 GMT -5
I stared back at him.
"You saved my life, helped me out, how could I not love you?" I asked. I walked closer to him and continued to stare back at him. My heart beat wildly and my limbs felt like jello. Suddenly my locket clicked open.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, quickly pulling it out and opening it slowly. I stared at it.
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Post by Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei on Feb 28, 2008 1:17:21 GMT -5
He smiled and looked at her his heart was beating out his chest now and he blushed a little and said "What do you see"he looked into her eyes he loved her with all his heart and would deffend her no matter what it ment it would cost him he would suffer the punishment of even all the pain in the world
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Feb 28, 2008 21:40:49 GMT -5
I continued to stare at my locket.
"My mother and brother." I said, pointing to each of the pictures. I was imagining the scenes from my childhood though, the ones where Yuo would sit on my bed and tell storyies to me all night long, or at least until mother would make us turn out the lights. I laughed and smiled.
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Post by Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei on Feb 28, 2008 23:10:44 GMT -5
he smiled as he looked at the two pictures in the locket and then looked at her and said "what are you thinking about?"he looked in to her eyes and smiled sweetly he felt drawn into them and couldnt help but look at them he felt like nothing else really mattered at the moment but he smiled because he loved her
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Feb 28, 2008 23:15:30 GMT -5
I smiled back at him.
"The stories I use to be told when I was a little girl." I said.
"Yuo would sneak in before i went to bed and he would sit on my bed and read to me outloud, no matter how old I was." I laughed and closed the locket.
"But I am to old for that now..."
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Post by Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei on Feb 28, 2008 23:22:52 GMT -5
He smiled and said "your may be to old to hear them but that dosnt mean your to old to make your own stories" he smiled and looked into her eyes saying "though you may to old to hear those stories you can make your own and many years from now your children will tell them to there children and then so on so in a sense you will never die since your spirit will live on"he remembered how he was told as a child 'you are only dead when you are forgoten if one person remembers you your spirit will live on"
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Feb 28, 2008 23:29:18 GMT -5
I looked at him with a happy expression on my face.
"That is what Mother said!" I exclaimed.
"She said that parents have been passing down stories to their child through both clans." I said happily.
"The Tsukiyama, my fathers side and my blood, told stories, and the Uko clan, my mothers side." I smiled proudly.
"My mother and father are from two different clans."
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Post by Santomoro Purotekuta- Mei on Feb 28, 2008 23:32:54 GMT -5
He smiled and said "My father is a descendant of the head of our clan while my mother was a orphan her parents deid when she was still young so she learned how to fend for herself"he chuckled and said "my parens had storys from all over the place my father went in many other lands and my mother had history of the entire village"
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Post by Shizuke Tsukiyama on Feb 28, 2008 23:35:23 GMT -5
I stared at him for a minute. He was an orphan, like his mother had been.
"All different lands?" I asked.
"Did he tell any of them to you?" I asked excitedly. I loved to hear stories, even when I was older. I loved the legends and fairytales of other lands too.
"What about a book? Did your father write the stories in a book?"
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